Author of the Queen City Boys books

when summer arrives it sparkles

Another Sunday afternoon at work. This is, I believe, my 24th day in a row at work. And cloudy with a chance of storms. I swear there’s been like 2 dry days this month. I’m sure I heard some weather guy say weeks ago that the second half of May would be dry. I guess it’s drier than May 1 & 2, but then almost anything would be.

I’ve been too busy/tired/overworked/uninteresting to post lately. I almost posted the other night to tell you about my night off. It consisted of watching recorded eps of 30 Rock, soaking my feet in epsom salts, and eating a dinner of cheese toast dipped in marinara, olives and white wine spritzers. It was actually a lovely evening.

Last night I used my night off to go see Kevin Gordon, Eric Brace and Peter Cooper at Puckett’s Grocery. It was a wonderful, intimate show, that way that only seems to happen in Nashville. There were kids dancing around. One toddler called out, “Good bye, Peter, I’ll be right back!” as her parents carried her out the door. As if, someone from the stage commented, she was going to drop her parents off and be right back to party. Good music, good company. The waitress told my date he looked like Russell Crowe. Fun was had by everyone, I htink.

The drive to Leiper’s Fork was beautiful as always. I saw several deer eating in rich people’s yards. A Bull resting after a long day of standing about in a field. A heron flying overhead. Turkeys hunting down dinner. A bat swooping low to get the good, early evening bugs. On the drive home, I missed a fox because I was looking out the wrong window. But it didn’t matter because out my window were fields and fields of fireflies. So dense and bright that it looked like fairies were dancing between the trees.